The Eye of the Snow

Cold snow lays on the ground before me,

This must be what was foretold,

I sit in the middle of it,

Such peace and grace,

It is calm here, I feel safe.

 

This snow is familiar, Ive seen it before,

The Ice is slowly melting,

Calming the core,

I see the end of the peace,

It's coming towards me,

Closer, closer, closer.

 

I feel fear once more,

I could always run for the door,

Yet im calmed, Tamed even,

I have faith that i will survive,

So here i stand.

 

The ice returning,

In this place,

The eye of the storm.